MTL - The Sword of Galaxy-~ chapter 77
There was silence in the kitchen. Heinrich and Silia looked at each other, and neither of them spoke.
The griffin looked at this and then at that, and he shrank to the side and stopped silent.
Half a moment, Heinrich took a breath, and the voice turned out to be very peaceful: "Since you know everything, what else do you ask? Speaking of which I also discovered after I returned from Ping Xing to the empire. I said that it might be Why your pheromone affects the amount of my medulla ... "
Even though Silia was mentally prepared, her heart tightened when she was confirmed, her mind was blank, and countless terrible thoughts flashed through her subconscious. Heinrich didn't understand what he said, and only a horrible guess left in his mind slowly emerged from the memory.
"But we have marked each other so you can't say no or don't do it ... what's wrong with you?" Heinrich finally found that Silia's expression was wrong.
"... It's nothing." Silia waved his hands in thought, got up and tried to take the tea cup out-but somehow he stretched out without even aligning it, and his trembling fingers passed by the glass.
It was just a trivial detail. He just wanted to go back and hold the tea cup. He suddenly tightened his hand and was held by Heinrich:
"what happened to you?"
"It's nothing."
"What are you thinking?"
"It's nothing!"
Heinrich's eyes were deep and ice blue, and he stared at Silia's expression without blinking, as if he had not even missed the slightest change in his face. A moment later he opened his mouth gently and asked, "Yunes ...?"
Celia changed color: "What a joke!" He broke his hand and turned away.
From that day on, the face of the Field Marshal was like the frozen Siberian plain, and there was no looseness.
Heinrich's spirit peaked barely to compete with his normal value. Under normal circumstances, naturally, he could not control the gryphon, so he was locked up relentlessly. However, according to the gryphon, about looking at the face that had slept twice, Silia started a lot lighter, only locked one of the emperor's feet under the large armchair in front of the podium, forcing him to sit on the big screen all day. Look at the star map.
Looking at the star map is probably one of the most boring things in sailing: hundreds of billions of stars sprinkled across the depths of the universe, shining different lights as the sailing route changed, as if flying in the night sky, as if the sky was flying The light group is full of fabulous and beautiful colors ... This kind of sight has shown to civilians who have never conducted a space voyage that they are sure to be enchanted and lingering, but they have lived for two hundred years like Heinrich For those who have fought for 180 years, the star map is basically equivalent to a tactical sandbox. Looking at the star map for seven or eight days, it is so dizzy that they have to spit it out overnight.
On the tenth day, he grabbed Silia's hand and rolled his eyes and begged: "My dear, punish me for physical work, sweep the bed and do all the laundry, and don't let me see this Laozi ..."
Silia thought of alpha's abnormal physical strength, and immediately became angry from the heart to the gall, and readily agreed. That day Heinrich wiped the entire battleship deck, and at night he really had no energy to blame. He fell into a chair like a gasping cow, and looked at the smooth, mirror-like floor under his feet. Dare to let the emperor wipe the floor! This warship will not be used again! Let Aaron Lock Museum next time! "
Silia asked coldly, "Want to see the star map?"
Heinrich: "... wipe the floor."
Who knew that the next day Silia changed her tactics, instead of changing the laundry. Countless military uniforms were stored in the warehouse of the battleship's living area. Heinrich buried his head and washed it all day. The corridor was full of hundreds of shirts dripping with water. He looked afar like a black spiritual soul.
Silia stood on the steps to admire this spectacular scene, her face was expressionless but her heart was dark, and she was about to make a few jokes, and suddenly only Heinrich raised his head from the side of the washing tub: "Dear! You want Would you like to send your underwear to wash too! I can rub it for you-! "
The roar was so exhilarating that the Marshal turned and left, his face half black.
Facts have proven that physical activity exercises people, and within a few days the emperor was trained to become a small household chore. Silia even taught him how to make clothes: first take a chemical solvent to form a needle from the metal block, then pull the thread from the fabric, remove the fur, fabric and other things as patches, very skillful to meet each Holes of all kinds-most of the holes were torn by Silia's violence.
The emperor had been frustrated by housework training for several days. He was numb and watched Silia quickly patch up the fur to a broken cloak. He asked for a while: "Is the alliance so poor?"
After hearing a few words, Celia thought of all the news she had heard of Venus in the past few days, and honestly said, "Not very optimistic."
"... Council is not going to train officers to sew their own clothes ?! Who taught you these?"
Silia remembered for a moment, seemed to think of something, shook her head and sighed.
His expression was obviously a little hesitant, Heinrich hesitated again and again, and tentatively coughed, "Is that your master? I have heard of Walton the Holy One of the desert before. It is said that you used to be with that adult in the far galaxy desert. Intermediate practice for many years— "
Heinrich paused and stole his face: "Are the conditions very difficult ...?"
In fact, there is no such paragraph in Celia's official resume about Desert Journey Walton. It wasn't until he became the commander of the league that wild history revealed this unknown experience.
During his lifetime, Walton was just an unknown desert traveler. There was no authoritative organization or guild to sanctify him, but people would not allow the alliance commander's teacher to be just an ordinary old man. After his existence was disclosed, several desert desert guilds issued a statement to sacrifice Walton, and expressed his willingness to build a magnificent tombstone for him. Celia said nothing about the seal, but resolutely declined. About the monument:
"My teacher is just an ordinary person. Like countless travelers who have been passed down from generation to generation, he has rested in the depths of the desert. There is no need to commemorate it. I would like to thank everyone for his kindness."
——Of course this statement is only humility on the surface. The actual meaning is: "Don't do anything before you die, don't come here after death. Do you really think I will get your love!"
I do n’t know if the Desert Guild understood or did n’t understand. In short, the monument ca n’t be said, but Walton ’s “Desert of the Desert” has since been circulated and has become a widely accepted fact.
It stands to reason that due to the hostile relationship between the empire and the alliance, as well as Heinrich's emperorship, the title of this "holy man" is really disrespectful. But he said it honestly without any reluctance. Silia could not help but glance at him, "Have you heard of it?"
"Consetlin once said ..."
"She's not very clear."
Heinrich was keenly aware that Silia didn't seem to want to mention Edna, and only listened to him for a moment of silence, and suddenly changed his tone: "——In fact, I don't remember much, but the conditions of the far galaxy were hundreds of years ago. Poor, many planets are patches of desert, relying on mining and hunting sand bats to exchange water and salt with the interstellar caravan. Sometimes the children of the local residents have no medicine and can only ask travelers to go. In the depths of the desert, you can find the soul grass, and the chance of healing is only 30% to 40%. "
"Revenge?"
"It's herbal medicine. The locals who control the disease are called Hun Hsin Cao."
Heinrich was still the first to hear that eating grass can cure diseases, and he couldn't help but be surprised: "How come the Empire hasn't heard of such a thing?"
"The empire is definitely there, no one knows it." Silia stunned slightly, saying, "Herbalology is very ancient knowledge, only in a few places in the distant galaxy, but also by travelers. It ’s difficult to verify ... In fact, even learning is useless. Now that the medical cabin technology is developed, why drink the bitter juice? "
While talking, he put the cloak on the armrest and got up to pour a cup of mint tea. Heinrich stared closely at his straight and thin back, and asked softly after a long time: "How did he die?"
Celia moved.
"Since he can teach you, the force is certainly not bad, how can it be good ..."
Silia held the tea cup and turned his back to him, without speaking for a long while. Just as Heinrich was silent because he would stop there, he suddenly saw him turn over, and said lightly, "Yunes took the Dark Star Warrior ... and killed him."
Heinrich swallowed and his throat knot slipped up and down.
He remembered those moments in Silia's memory: the whistling sand, the sky's blood, the falling head and the black gold spear, and the desperate and desperate fight. Those blood-stained pictures are probably one of the most painful experiences of Silia's life. Now that his memory has not been fully restored, he has been very secretive and has been fully shared by himself.
"So you've always hated Unies, have you?" Heinrich whispered.
"I hate myself, too," Silia calmly closed her eyes.
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This conversation has never been mentioned again, it disappeared without a trace as if it had never happened.
But Heinrich knew that he would not forget, as if he would always remember every detail of this journey; that was the first time he and the Alliance Commander Gavin Silia, in a non-hostile situation, were equal. I spent more than twenty days together.
They are still rivals, but they are also old, like friends, and even a little secretly unknown couple.
On the twenty-fourth day of the interplanetary voyage, the warship made its last jump, preparing to reach the first stop of the extragalactic galaxy, the Urostar.
Although space technology is very mature, large-scale transitions across the galaxy are still dangerous and cause a considerable burden on the human body. Celia and Heinrich both sat in front of the podium, both of them were covered with toughened transparent protective covers, and they were also firmly strapped with safety belts. The red text on the screen showed: "Return from the official jump There are ten seconds ... nine seconds ... eight seconds ... seven seconds ... "
"Silla!" Suddenly Heinrich was struggling, and the voice from the communicator was excited: "I must tell you something! If I die, you must know that I have always loved you! I It ’s not because of your mental power that I ’m talking to you— ”
"Six seconds, five seconds ..."
"I thought of you when they thought you were alpha many years ago! Listen! I'm afraid I won't have a chance if I don't say-"
"Four seconds, three seconds ..."
"I have been very happy and satisfied for more than 20 days! So in case of any accident, we are passionate! We are passionate--"
"Two seconds, one second ..."
"But I won't regret it because I'm with you--"
"Enough!" Celia finally couldn't bear it. "Emperor ** jumped seven or eight times a day when fighting before. Do you want to write a book with your last words?"
With a buzzing spatio-temporal docking, the warship reached the wormhole from the curved channel, and was suddenly twisted around indefinitely.
At that moment, both of them were stretched indefinitely as a result of electromagnetic disturbances and time going back; then, as if the entire century had passed in a few seconds, the battleship emerged from the other side of the universe from the exit of the vast universe, and everything was distorted All "pop!" Suddenly returned to its original state.
The garbled characters flew on the screen like snow flakes, and the big red characters flashed out again. The system mechanically said, "The transition is complete, and it is close to the atmosphere of the Utopia!"
"The target will arrive in twenty minutes, ready to land!"
Gravity returned suddenly, and both fell back to their seats at the same time. Heinrich rubbed his bruised waist and asked loudly, "Is it okay Silia?"
"..." Not far away in another protective cover, Celia's face was a little weird: "... It's okay."
He rested his hand on the side of the seat, his nails fell into the palm of his hand deeply, and by the severe pain he barely suppressed the turbulent feeling deep in his body | Heat.
The feeling came too suddenly, and suddenly came up at the moment of the jump, crispy flax and tenderness crawled through the whole body from the nerve center, and it was too late to suppress-the weightlessness within a few seconds after the jump exacerbated this terrible emptiness He could even feel that the extremely secretive martyrdom began to contract somewhere in the body, quietly loosening its normally closed port in vertigo.
This feeling is not unfamiliar to him, he only experienced it a while ago--
It's estrus.
This is a non-medicated pure natural estrus period. The pre-estrus | heat will last for one to two days, during which time, it will emit an increasingly intense sweet fragrance like a ripening fruit; if you do not inject the inhibitor in these two days, The reproductive tract will soon be soaked and open, and enter the formal estrus, and the probability of conception after the conclusion is close to 100%.
Celia's expression broke slightly.
Not long after he was last marked, the estrus period should normally be half a year later. I didn't expect it to come now.
——But at this crucial moment, how about he go to find inhibitors? !! 2k novel reading network